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Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset), 1874-1965

"The Magician"


'I've written to Frank Hurrell and asked him to tell me all he knows
about him,' said Arthur. 'I should get an answer very soon.'
'I wish we'd never come across him,' cried Margaret vehemently. 'I feel
that he will bring us misfortune.'
'You're all of you absurdly prejudiced,' answered Susie gaily. 'He
interests me enormously, and I mean to ask him to tea at the studio.'
'I'm sure I shall be delighted to come.'
Margaret cried out, for she recognized Oliver Haddo's deep bantering
tones; and she turned round quickly. They were all so taken aback that
for a moment no one spoke. They were gathered round the window and had
not heard him come in. They wondered guiltily how long he had been there
and how much he had heard.
'How on earth did you get here?' cried Susie lightly, recovering herself
first.
'No well-bred sorcerer is so dead to the finer feelings as to enter a
room by the door,' he answered, with his puzzling smile. 'You were
standing round the window, and I thought it would startle you if I chose
that mode of ingress, so I descended with incredible skill down the
chimney.


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